There exists
In this vast universe
A collection
Of silent notes
Deafening sadness
And invisible anger
That nobody knows
They're called thoughts
Some call them brainwork
Others call it a moment for us to consider the things that we know,
The things that we had,
The things that we used to love
And care
And kept
Everything is now lost
Memories going down the drain into the abyss of loneliness
Where it resides
Until there comes a time
We open it up again
Just to realize
It was never a good idea to even start with
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 1:43 AM UTC
There exists
In this vast universe
A collection
Of silent notes
Deafening sadness
And invisible anger
That nobody knows
They're called thoughts
Some call them brainwork
Others call it a moment for us to consider the things that we know,
The things that we had,
The things that we used to love
And care
And kept
Everything is now lost
Memories going down the drain into the abyss of loneliness
Where it resides
Until there comes a time
We open it up again
Just to realize
It was never a good idea to even start with